Feyre Archeron Quotes

“He stole you away into the night, claiming some nonsense about the Treaty. And then everything went on as if it had never happened. It wasn’t right. None of it was right."
"You went after me," I said. "You went after me -- to Prythian."
"I got to the wall. I couldn't find a way through."
I raised a shaking hand to my throat. "You trekked two days there and two days back-- through the winter woods?"
She shrugged, looking at the sliver she'd pried from the table. "I hired that mercenary from town to bring me a week after you were taken. With the money from your pelt. She was the only one who seemed like she would believe me."
"You did that -- for me?"
Nesta's eyes -- my eyes, our mother's eyes -- met mine. "It wasn't right," she said again.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The stars winked into existence, dim and small above the blazing fires. I watched them through the long hours of celebrating, and could have sworn that they kept me company, my silent and stalwart friends.”
― Sarah J Maas

“Why do you push everyone away but Elain?” Why have you always pushed me away?
Some emotion guttered in her eyes. Her throat bobbed. Nesta shut her eyes for a moment, breathing in sharply. “Because—”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I want you to know,” I whispered, “that I am broken and healing, but every piece of my heart belongs to you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Is that so hard to believe? My mother claimed I was so withdrawn and strange because I was born on the longest night of the year. She tried one year to have my birthday on another day, but forgot to do it the next time—there was probably a more advantageous party she had to plan.”

“Now I know where Nesta gets it. Honestly, it’s a shame we can’t stay longer—if only to see who’ll be left standing: her or Cassian.”

“My money’s on Nesta.”

A soft chuckle that snaked along my bones—a reminder that he’d once bet on me. Had been the only one Under the Mountain who had put money on me defeating the Middengard Wyrm. He said, “So’s mine.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I avoided any leaves and stones, falling into a pattern of movement that some part of my body—some part that was not born of the High Lords—remembered.

Like waking up. That's what it felt like.

I passed the well. Not a speck of dirt, not a stone out of place. A perfect, pretty trap, that mortal part of me warned. A trap designed from a time when humans were prey; now laid for a smarter, immortal sort of game.

I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.

And I was not a mouse.

I was a wolf.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“And then I would go home to Velaris, where I would finally walk through the artists' quarter, and enter those shops and galleries and learn what they knew, and maybe - maybe one day - I would open my own shop. Not to sell my work, but to teach others.
Maybe teach the others who were like me: broken in places and trying to fight it - trying to learn who they were around the dark and the pain. And I would go home at the end of every day exhausted but content - fulfilled.
Happy.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I opened my mouth to point out his hand again, but he said, "You can't write, can you."

I didn't answer. I didn't know what to say. Ignorant, insignificant human.

"No wonder you became so adept at other things.”
― Sara J Maas

“He chuckled, the sound bouncing off the gray stones strewn across the forest floor like scattered marbles. “Cassian tried to convince me last night not to take you. I thought he might even punch me.”

“Why?” I barely knew him.

“Who knows? With Cassian, he’s probably more interested in fucking you than protecting you.”

“You’re a pig.”

“You could, you know,” Rhys said, holding up the branch of a scrawny beech for me to slip under. “If you needed to move on in a physical sense, I’m sure Cassian would be more than happy to oblige.”

It felt like a test in itself. And it pissed me off enough that I crooned, “Then tell him to come to my room tonight.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“It wasn't that Elain was cruel. She wasn't like Nesta, who had been born with a sneer on her face. Elain sometimes just... didn't grasp things. It wasn't meanness that kept her from offering to help; it simply never occurred to her that she might be capable of getting her hands dirty. I'd never been able to decide whether she actually didn't understand that we were truly poor or if she just refused to accept it. It still hadn't stopped me buying her seeds for the flower garden she tended in the milder months, whenever I could afford it.

And it hadn't stopped her from buying me three small tins of paint- red, yellow, and blue- during that same summer I'd had enough to buy the ash arrow. It was the only gift she'd ever given me, and out house still bore the marks of it, even if the paint was now fading and chipped: little vines and flowers along the windows and thresholds and edges of things, tiny curls of flame on the stones bordering the hearth. And spare minute I'd had that bountiful summer, I used to bedeck out house in colour, sometimes hiding clever decorations inside drawers, behind the threadbare curtains, underneath the chairs and table.

We hadn't had a summer that easy since.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“¿Quién quiere a su alrededor a alguien cubierto de espinas?

-Capítulo 27, pág. 274”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Where are we?” I breathed, hardly daring to whisper.

Rhys kept his hands within casual reach of his weapons. “In the heart of Prythian, there is a large, empty territory that divides the North and South. At the center of it is our sacred mountain.”

My heart stumbled, and I focused on my steps through the ferns and moss and roots. “This forest,” Rhys went on, “is on the eastern edge of that neutral territory. Here, there is no High Lord. Here, the law is made by who is strongest, meanest, most cunning. And the Weaver of the Wood is at the top of their food chain.”

The trees groaned—though there was no breeze to shift them. No, the air here was tight and stale. “Amarantha didn’t wipe them out?”

“Amarantha was no fool,” Rhys said, his face dark. “She did not touch these creatures or disturb the wood. For years, I tried to find ways to manipulate her to make that foolish mistake, but she never bought it.”

“And now we’re disturbing her—for a mere test.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“One suicidal, reckless way.

I did not want to die.

I did not want to be eaten.

I did not want to go into that sweet darkness.

The Weaver rose from her little stool.

And I knew my borrowed time had run out.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“She ignored him. “If you want to start convincing your sisters, get them out of the House. Being cooped up never helped anyone.”

Rhys said smoothly, “I’m not entirely sure Velaris is prepared for Nesta Archeron.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Once it had been second nature to savour the contrast of new grass against dark, tilled soil, or an amethyst brooch nestled in folds of emerald silk; once I'd dreamed and breathed and thought in colour and light and shape. Sometimes I would even indulge in envisioning a day when my sisters were married and it was only me and Father, with enough food to go around, enough money to buy some paint, and enough time to put those colours and shapes down on paper and canvas or the cottage walls.

Not likely to happen anytime soon- perhaps ever. So I was left with moments like this, admiring the glint of pale winter light on snow. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done it- bothered to notice anything lovely or interesting.

Stolen hours in a decrepit barn with Issac Hale didn't count; those times were hungry and empty and sometimes cruel, but never lovely.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Prythian was rules by seven High Lords - Perhaps this 'she' was whoever governed this territory; if not a High Lord, then a High Lady. If that was even possible”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Anger, this … flirtation, annoyance … He knew those were my crutches.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Ditelo anche agli altri.
Non entrate nella sua cella e non toccatela, altrimenti vi costringerò a prendere i pugnali e a sventravi da soli.
Intesi?
-Rhysand, Corte di Rose e Spine.
Capitolo 38”
― Sarah J. Maas

“Y me di cuenta, y me di cuenta en ese instante de lo mal que me habían tratado antes: ¿por qué si no, tenía los niveles de exigencia tan bajos? ¿Por qué sentía la libertad que me habían dado como un privilegio y no como un derecho?”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“A shudder skittered down my spine at the thought, and I shoved it away, focusing on my surroundings, on the task ahead. That was all I could do, all I'd been able to do for years: focus on surviving the week, the day, the hour ahead.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling spindrifts, the white fresh and clean against the brown and grey of the world. And despite myself, despite my numb limbs, I quieted the relentless, vicious part of my mind to take in the snow-veiled woods.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The howling wind calmed into a soft sighing. The snow fell lazily now, in big, fat clumps that gathered along every nook and bump of the trees. Mesmerising- the lethal, gentle beauty of the snow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“...there was a pair of golden eyes shining from the brush adjacent to mine.

The forest went silent. The wind died. Even the snow paused.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“If he was a faerie, I should already be running.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“Colour and darkness whirled, eddying in my vision, mixing with the snow.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“His remaining golden eye now stared at the snow-heavy sky, and for a moment, I wished I had it in me to feel remorse for the dead thing.

But this was the forest and it was winter.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“The world was awash in hues of dark blue, interrupted only by shafts of buttery light escaping from the shuttered windows of our dilapidated cottage. It was like striding through a living painting- a fleeting moment of stillness, the blues swiftly shifting to solid darkness.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“My father's ruined leg was stretched out before him, as close to the fire's heat as it could get. The cold, or the rain, or a change in temperature always aggravated the vicious, twisted wounds around his knee.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“What I really wanted to say was: You don't even bother to attempt to leave the house most days. Were it not for me, we would starve. Were it not for me, we'd be dead.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I slung off my outer clothes on to the sagging dresser- frowning at the violets and roses I'd painted around the knobs of Elain's dresser, the crackling flames I'd painted around Nesta's, and the night sky- whorls of yellow stars standing in for white- around mine. I'd done it to brighten the otherwise dark room. They'd never commented on it. I don't know why I'd ever expected them to.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses